[H1]Ildaz, the Venerable Engineer[/h1]
A lower deck of the Nova Dawn
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The section of the vessel that Ildaz is currently in rarely saw any traffic from the crew, a dark stretch of corridors with tubes and pipes running up, down, and side to side along the walls. Varying in size and function, many of these seemingly random fixtures perform vital roles, from power distribution to liquid plumbing. A small stretch of one of these corridors has several of the smaller pipes opened and a few of them completely gutted. In front of a convergence of four separate pipes stood Ildaz, his deft fingers running along side of the pipes while he seemed to be concentrating with his eyes closed. After a few minutes of this, his eyes suddenly open and he quickly reaches up to twist a valve at the top of the junction and then to another at the bottom, after a few seconds of observation, he hurriedly turned another three at seemingly random places around the junction. Seeming to be satisfied, Ildaz focused his attention on a piece of piping near the center of the junction, before he has a chance to do anything else, the Captain's voice echoed down the hall from the single speaker in the entire section of the corridor, "Now hear this: bridge officers to the archives at once. I repeat: bridge officers to archives at once."

Ildaz stopped only long enough to hear the crack at the end of the message to resume his actions, disconnecting a section of the pipe and fiddling with the connectors at the now open ends of the pipes still connected to the wall, after a few more minutes he bent down and lifted a nearly identical section of pipe to replace the one he had removed. After the pipe was secured in place, Ildaz twisted all the valves again, but in the opposite order as before. Inspecting his work for a minute or two, he tweaked several more valves in the junction before moving to a nearby companel, dark and seemingly out of power like the rest of the section. Placing his free hand on the panel for a moment, Ildaz seemed to concentrate before his eyes flared for a second and a spark of Psionic energy sunk into the panel and the surrounding area. Pressing a button on the now powered panel he spoke in a calm, yet unyielding voice full of command.
"The phasecharge regulator in the aft-starboard section of deck three has been repaired, restore power gradually and monitor for additional power surges. Contact me if additional complications arise." There was a moment of silence from the other side of the comlink before the voice of a newer engineer broke through in a halting voice.
"Uh, yeah, alright. I'll get on it now."
"If you lack the necessary skills to perform this task, relay my instructions to Arcenia, and assist her"
"Ah, good-uh, yeah. I'll do that." The same voice came back, albeit far more relived.

Wasting no further time on the matter, Ildaz removed his hand from the comlink and it immediately lost power again. Turning fluidly and starting on his was to the archives now that his immediate task was completed, he started fiddling with the regulator circuit that he had removed from the junction. Walking with long, unrelenting strides, Ildaz made relatively good speed on his way to the meeting, the whole while tinkering with the inside of the pipe, having sliced it open earlier, using a mixture of careful balancing and telekinesis to keep the device stable. Never looking up from his work, he nonetheless managed to unerringly navigate the corridors and lifts, effortlessly​ avoiding collisions with obstacles and other crew members. After walking for some time, Ildaz drew up to the door to the archives, pausing for a few more seconds, he used his Psiblades to seal the regulator circuit back together, having sucessfully refurbished​ it. Striding into the meeting, presumably last due to his delayed response to the summons, he first noticed the Captain, as he always did. A striking Psionic presence, formidable in strength if not necessarily complexity, he seemed always to Ildaz's eyes to possess a nimbus of glowing light around his body. As he slowly panned his gaze among the others he sensed at the meeting, his eyes narrowed into enraged slits upon seeing a form hanging from some device thrust into the ceiling. His right vambrace erupted and an ominous thrumming could be easily heard as he swiftly swung his Psiblade through the cord of the device, dropping it to the floor. Immediately after he extinguished his blade and addressed the creature, "This is the resting area of the most important construct aboard this vessel, you have shown blatant disregard for it's reverence by thoughtlessly​ discharging your projectile contraption. Repeat this action again and I will kill you." 
Ildaz held his gaze upon the creature through his speech, his eyes still narrow slits, now blazing with intensity and the corners bleeding psionic might.